the life of dead man

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
he lay broken with the blood of your mother laughing and crying all at once 'piece me back together'

Submitted: April 15, 2012

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He sat crippled with the beatings of life ,the burns of hell,the blood filled with hatred that streams to his eye's like crimson.In his hand he holds his death with pride he never notices that he creeps close to the fire of abomination like a moth to a flame,swallowing his lies like water, tasting the pain of others with with sickening happiness, killing and eating to stay alive so when its all done the blood has stained an has inprinted it self on your hands.he lay broken with the blood of your mother laughing and crying all at once 'piece me back together' he screams but no ones there have you not noticed you've killed them all! Killed your mother that now lays in your arms,your father that you've sliced with your hate,your sister you killed with redicule,and your brother your own hands of jealousy,DEAD!By the one they loved most,all DEAD!DEAD!DEADDD!Call me insane cause im the one to point out that the insane one is I, For I am the only one who sees this blood and corpses scatter in MY own home for who am I to call him MAD,FOR I AM TO!


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